Nourishing Nature
A boy of about sixteen knocked at my -
Back door the other day...
A stranger...out of gas...
Without cash ~
I gave him five dollars...sent him on-
His way;
It perturbed others;
"He probably wanted-
Drug money..."
"It's not your problem..."
"He's not your son..."
My view is quite clear...
If not sincere,
So let it be;
What if my son did not have me?
"He's somebody's son..."
Why don't they get it?
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